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They give me lines and I recite
I wear their colors, smile polite
I make my voice so soft and slight
But something in me holds its might
They read my face and think I’m good
I laugh along, and so I should
But under this compliant seam
I keep a pocket full of steam
I nod along and close the door
I press my lips and count to four
But something in me keeps the score
A quiet pulse that’s set to roar
I nod along and close the door
I press my lips and count to four
But deep inside I hold a 'no'
A quiet answer, soft and slow
They read my face and think I’m good
I laugh along, and so I should
But under this compliant seam
I keep a pocket full of steam
I nod along and close the door
I press my lips and count to four
But something in me keeps the score
A quiet pulse that’s set to roar
I nod along and close the door
I press my lips and count to four
But deep inside I hold a 'no'
A quiet answer, soft and slow